the greatest art comes from broken hearts,
so maybe i should thank you for making me cry at night
because this way at least i can find
catharsis in a notebook and a pen over what i feel for you.

the greatest poems come from shattered souls,
so maybe i should thank you for making me fall in love,
only to fall for one of my friends instead,
because this way at least i can write
and writing is, after all, the thing i do best
(maybe, that is because i have loved you for so long).

the greatest books come from abandoned dreams
so maybe i should thank the world for ruining all of mine,
because this way at least i can write
and have people like me read my thoughts at night.

the greatest people stem from the ashes of
their dead pasts that they have buried in the woods,
so maybe i should thank the entirety of the universe
for giving me matches to set myself on fire
so that my flame could maybe keep you warm.


cs